At first, you were just someone I knew. You were just a face in the crowd. But never have I thought that such face would make my heart flutter.

We just passed by each other, greeting each other just like normal acquaintances do. I was used to not see you every day of our lives. I don't care about not being around you because you weren't my type of guy; you weren't even my friend. Really. In the end, though, I ate up all my own words.

As my days with you were coming to a close, our friends played this game on us. They thought we'd make a good love team, a great OTP. And we played on really well. But the universe has this funny way of dealing with things, and I lost on the game I thought that I knew how to play.

Your presence suddenly mattered to me. Liking you meant destruction. I knew that I would get my heart broken. I've always known you liked this girl. What's not to like, right? She is the world, the universe—perfect in your eyes. Our situation felt like torture to me.

Nothing's worse than seeing you look at her, like she means the world to you. But you just can't see that that's the way I look at you, too.

I guess me leaving you actually had its perks, advantages. At least I got a good start in moving on, so I could start hurting less and forget the what could have been moments with you.